Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Gus loves Pingu. He speaks Pingu. He demands Pingu and he is mesmerized by this tiny, mischivious claymation penguin, going on the same two dozen adventures over and over again. Gus doesn't mind. "Pingu, again" he shouts impatiently from the laptop, set up next to me in the kitchen as I do laundry...and I comply, because...it's so easy...
Case in point, a handful of marbles we got as a sales promotion in Migros, Switzerland's biggest grocery store and saved for a day just like this.
Then, while I assembled a curry lentil stew, I heard some troubling noise from the bedroom, where due to an ongoing renovation of our closet space, most of our breakables, poisenous and otherwise hazardous possessions are piled high and vulnerable to to Gus' discerning eye. He zoomed in and decided on a purse full of my nailpolishes and nail grooming supplies...I do agree with him the little bottles of - troublingly similar -pink hues are very fetching and make for great little creatures to play with...
Again, as always for most of the past two years, I try to muster up a worry - because that's what good mothers do right? - and again my little son, takes my worry and crushes it without much regard and discards it with a mild smile, before he moves on to topple the next milestone...I'm in awe...and all ears...as I hear some new troubling noises from the bedroom...
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Do you ever feel like your life is too quiet? If so, please, consider this as my desperate plea to switch places... just kidding, of course, I'm very proud of my little buddying music virtuoso, who has been drumming on anything within reach, playing Daddy's banjo to destruction (poor thing has more sprung wires than intact ones) and most recently has really taken to his fancy double-Hohner Harmonica (muulorgele in Swiss-German), which I saved from his late Swiss great-grandpa's estate for just this purpose. Gus loves to play; Sometimes endlessly without ever changing tune, sometimes with wild tonal ladders falling all over each other...and he expects enthusiastic applause after each performance, regardless of how long or short...
This morning reading the newspaper - while, incidentially being serenaded - my eyes fell on a small anouncement about a harmonica class in town...do you think they're prepared to take on a 2-year-old Wunderkind?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Just for myself I bested my time from last year by almost 8 minutes to 1:49:15 (at a 8 something pace) something I couldn't have done with the constant encouragement and challenge of all of these running buddies. Keep going fast, Joy, Sara, Chanley and Lauren...you guys are an inspiration to me every step of the way and I can't think of a lonely boring mile I've had all summer long. I'm proud of all of you.
We love this house.
Gus has discovered a new passion (aside from watching Pingu on Netflix). He loves building his Alphabet blocks up into impossibly high and fragile towers that teether stubornly to Momma's amazement but refuse to fall (that's done with a good head bump and accompanied by high-octave giggles). He can do this literally for hours and it's actually a pretty good spectacle for the non-involved too (now and then I get to hand him blocks, but I have to stay away from the actual tower, he can sense my urge to straighten it all out).